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Posted by on February 8, 2015

12 years ago I was dying by ounces.

On this second Sunday of February, 2003 I sat observing worship at West Side Nazarene Church.  I sat about eight or ten rows back in the center section at the end of the pew in case I needed to get out.  Nausea… cramps… bathroom…

I didn’t look disabled.  Everyone there was shocked whenever they’d get snippets of my story.  Then they’d get somber.  Then their faces would unsuccessfully try to hide their pity.  We all figured I was dying because the means of nutrition and rehydration and immunity from virus and disease – further disease for me had been surgically removed.  I was chronically anemic, unsteady on my feet and instead of singing I managed a raspy croak from the six or so NG tubes I’d had stuffed down my throat.  Have I told you about those nifty little engines of human torture?  Well–it’ll have to wait for another time.

They’d never known me as the robust, muscular 250-pounder I’d been.  So far as they knew, I’d always been the slim 170-pound guy with the raspy, hoarse voice.  Little did they know . . . 42-inch waist to a 32-inch waist?  6 feet tall to 5 feet, 10 inches?  Oh, yeah.  Do I have a diet plan for you!  It’ll definitely make you lose a lot of weight in a hurry.  You won’t survive it, but it WORKS.  Even with what I called Steak-In-A-Bag via IV every day, I was steadily losing weight, a few ounces at a time.  Scales don’t fib.

So I sat there, PICC line coiled under the right sleeve of my long-sleeved shirt because I could no longer have the Hickman catheters poked into my upper chest and down into my subclavian artery:  too much infection and the left side had permanently clotted off.  The PICC was a temporary measure.  As I said, everyone figured I was dying.  I’d pretty much accepted it myself.

I was so glad to just be able to sit, listen and enjoy the service.  An old saint had just done something I hadn’t seen much since a kid:  she stood and spoke for 4-5 minutes about how faithful God had been to her and how blessed she was.  Next was a song.  I’d always enjoyed music; it was part of my life and singing had always been my therapy.  I couldn’t do it, but I could sure appreciate those who could.

It was during that song that it happened.

“Do you want to be healed?”

Seated at the left end of the pew, I heard a voice speak softly in my left ear:  “Do you want to be healed?”  I was so surprised I simply answered, “Yes.”  That’s when I did the human thing.

I turned as quickly as my weird balance would allow and looked, even though I was seated right next to a wide aisle and knew there was no one there.  Well, no one I could see.

From that day, I began gaining weight – something every specialist with whom we’d consulted said was impossible.  It was only a few ounces at a time, but it was in the opposite direction:  up instead of down.

I could go on, but I’m in the process of writing a book with Brenda about this fabulous, unexpected story.

All I want to tell you now is that when the Bible says with God NOTHING is impossible?

You better believe it.

I am walking, talking, singing proof.

Thank You, Lord, that it wasn’t just that guy at the pool way back there who heard Your question.  I heard it, too–and I’ve never been the same.

© D. Dean Boone, February 8, 2015

4 Responses to Sunday QTMs – 2/8/15: THE UNENDING FLOW OF GOD’S GRACE

  1. Gina

    Ah, yes, friend. I remember the healthy Dan and the dying Dan as well. Can’t wait to read the book, but I’ve already seen the miracle. 🙂

  2. Ed Trusty

    I was in that service. I remember that. Dan you are truely a miracle

  3. BC

    I remember that day well. I had taken care of those hickmans and PICC lines. I had watched as you went from 250 to 186 to 170. Then I have watched as you have come back. Do we still battle? We do because it would make us weak if God took care of everything for us. God is good!

  4. Lenn Ball

    Dan, I praise God for his hand on your life. I remember the challenge you expressed having before the time the Lord touched your body. I am happy for you in the Lord for the power of God evidenced in your your body and life. You are an inspiration to me and many others. Keep the faith my brother! Lenn

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